Anonymous thoughts about anger.
The anger you were allowed to have — and then the real kind.
The one accumulating for years across small injustices.
The one directed at people you're supposed to love.
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There's the anger you're allowed to have — proportionate, justified, expressed and resolved. Then there's the anger underneath: the kind that's been accumulating for years across small injustices, the kind directed at people you're supposed to love, the kind with no clear target but enormous mass.
This anger doesn't get expressed. You manage it, contain it, redirect it. The expression of it would be too much, too ugly, too revealing.
Anonymous thoughts about anger posted here are not polished. They're not the reasonable version. They're the actual version — the one that never gets said where anyone can hear it.